...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Monday, September 21, 2009
rushed
the bastard woke up this morning really in a good place because of having a good weekend.
and then he realized that he had a photoshoot in Stanford today.
started running like nutty through my morning paces.
5 minute shower.
blind search for clothing.
no breakfast.
and then I had to run to work for photo props
you see, it's a Christmas shoot.
oh yeah, and there's something wring with my phone's battery life.
now i feel like hell. damn.
-the bastard
Labels:
grief,
on being trucked,
the biz,
the city,
the rails
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